My hard drive is nearly full again. Which makes my aging computer more than a bit pokey. Which is aggravating.
I mean, seriously, my computer is supposed to move more quickly than my fingers and my brain. What’s the point if it doesn’t?
I do okay with other forms of clutter. It’s visible and physically in the way, so it gets dealt with. Regularly. But the contents of this machine are dangerously out of sight and out of mind.
Yet the clutter collects in the same ways. Like dust bunnies. The magnetism of one stray thing attracts other stray items until I have a pile. A pile that almost looks purposeful. Except it’s not. Just like a virtual desktop of unrelated files.
Supposedly I’ve made peace with this sort of maintenance. In theory, I have a system for purging old files from my computer. But theory and practice have not been the same thing. And now I’m up against needing to do maintenance when other things need my immediate attention.
Sigh. I hate it when this happens. If only because I feel I should have learned the lesson by now.
I suppose I procrastinate about doing this because my system of purging is much too uptight. I set myself up to review every last little item and make a decision about whether or not to keep it and where. Oh, the agony over files that haven’t been accessed in years! I’d much rather clean out my closet.
Maybe I should apply the same rule: if you haven’t worn it in a year, out it goes. It’s quick and easy to do (with a little practice)… hmmm.
Game time: How many MBs can I purge in the next half hour?
Mark. Set. Go!
[ahem - you're welcome to play along if you like.]
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